~CHAPTER 3~
You jolted awake, sitting up. You found yourself on a bed. In an unfamiliar bedroom. Thinking you were free, you tried to speak. Nope. Oh, I'm still in the game... you thought to yourself, getting up from the bed.
The Narrator spoke.
[As Y/N stood from their bed, they realized that they meant to get a pack of Gator- aaai mean, Jam Juice yesterday, and they had forgotten when they had gone to the store. They exited the room.]
Taking that is your cue to get out of the room, you left the room, looking around the house. It was actually pretty nice compared to your messy home - you had forgotten to clean for a few days straight, and this was a nice change of pace. You found the front door and attempted to open it, but it didn't work.
[Y/N realized that they had forgotten their coat. They returned to their room.]
You sighed and returned to the bedroom, grabbing the coat and putting it on. The coat was comfortable, and it was a little big for them. The Narrator audibly realized he made a mistake.[Shit. I left the wrong coat in there, a moment please.]
You heard him mumble something about his 'physical form'. what? you questioned, and then the bedroom door opened.
A middle-aged man stood there, a pair of purple glasses perched on his slim nose. He was dressed to impress with a brown overcoat and black slacks, a button down white shirt underneath. His hair was brown, graying and slicked back. You immediately froze as his emerald gaze bored into you.
GOD DAMN! you thought. The Narrator, unexpectedly, walked over. You noticed a slight flush on his face. [The coat,] He said, gesturing to the coat you were wearing. You took it off and handed it to him, and he put it over his shoulder for the time being.
He'd pull out another coat, handing it to you. It was your favorite color, too... You put it on, and it slipped on easily. It as the perfect size. Did he measure you while you were out? Doesn't matter. It's really comfortable.
The Narrator exited the room.
You tried to follow him, but as you turned the corner he was gone.
[That's better. I hate being having a physical form...]You were left standing there, one thought on your mind.
Why the hell was he so hot?
[STOP CALLING ME ATTRACTIVE!]
You grinned, loving how he was becoming flustered. Taking on a smug tone, you thought: Aww, what's the matter? Am I making the big, bad Narry flustered? Hmmm? The Narrator, audibly flustered, quickly denied this.
[NO!] He yelled.
[I'm not embarrassed, and you're just delusional!] You teased him some more.
Narry is flustered! Narryyyyy~[STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'm not flustered, I'm not embarrassed! Let's get back to the story before I lose my f-- My mind.] You chuckled, indulging and moving to the next room. He sighed in relief.
[Thank you.]
[You're as stubborn as a mule, you know that?]
YOU ARE READING
𝕀 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 . . .
FanfictionY/n plays The Stanley Parable and ends up finding themself in the game. The narrator realizes at once and tries to get the poor person out. Will Y/n ever escape..?
